Pinagpahinga lang sandali si Nena nang kaunti sa dami ng nilaklak na alak.
Buti nalang at sagana ako sa palusot at konti lang ang nainom.
Ayun nga,
Pag alis namin ay ito ang naganap.
Niyakap ni Nena si kuhol
Nakatalikod si Kuhol nang yakapin siya ni Nena
.....
Hinalikan ni Nena si Kuhol
di ko alam kung sa leeg o kung saan paman.
di kona natanong.
Nagulat si Kuhol at parang natulak si Nena.
"Pare wala naman gayanan. mawawalan ako ng respeto nian sayo." wika ni kuhol.
Ayun.
Bakla kamusta ka naman talaga.
Buti hindi ka na Sapak.
nag "I Love You" ka nanga di kapa nakontento
- Princess, O M G, Nakakawindang si Vekhla
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Four years before I became a full-bloom homosexual, the people I used to hang out were straight men.
These guys were the barako ones. Some of them were so good-looking, if I was aware of my sexuality in those days, tensions might flare up inside my body. There were many times I shared a single bed with them, especially during sleepovers. There were no incidents, of course. Not even a single boner moment on my part. For me, things were pretty casual between us guys, that it ain't a big deal if they took off their shirt in front of me. Aside from the petty insecurity issues which I harbored in those days, since they had better bodies and flatter torsos than what I could flaunt in front of them, our lives revolved around horsing around, chasing girls and toma sessions all night. Despite my lingering suspicion that I was different from my barkada, it never came to a point that I already accepted the fate I would soon embrace after we graduated from college.
These guys were the barako ones. Some of them were so good-looking, if I was aware of my sexuality in those days, tensions might flare up inside my body. There were many times I shared a single bed with them, especially during sleepovers. There were no incidents, of course. Not even a single boner moment on my part. For me, things were pretty casual between us guys, that it ain't a big deal if they took off their shirt in front of me. Aside from the petty insecurity issues which I harbored in those days, since they had better bodies and flatter torsos than what I could flaunt in front of them, our lives revolved around horsing around, chasing girls and toma sessions all night. Despite my lingering suspicion that I was different from my barkada, it never came to a point that I already accepted the fate I would soon embrace after we graduated from college.
I was known as the guy who deeply bonds with my male friends. Some malicious tweeps back in college even thought that I was having a secret intimate relationship with some of my tropa, because of my closeness to them. Even during those days, I preferred a one-on-one hang-out than join a big group where I feel left out during get-togethers. This platonic closeness taught me to understand that even dominant males reveals their soft side - particularly their sentimentality during the odd hours of the night. They may appear tough and brute-looking during the day, but at night, when everyone is asleep, they reveal their most vulnerable and mushy thoughts in conversations with the people the have learned to trust their emotions
This often happens when alcohol takes over a guy's string of thoughts.
This often happens when alcohol takes over a guy's string of thoughts.
When I became a homosexual, I immediately learned the difference between a straight and a non-straight person. The reason for this immediate adjustment was probably my exposure to straight guys, when I was still one with them. Back in college, like what I mentioned in the entry Kalayaan, the guys I hanged out with were "bashers." In those days, I wasn't aware that there is a subgroup of gay men, who can pass as a straight when they are in the company of straight people.
One of the core rules I imposed upon myself (aside from not making the first move) is to never cross a straight guy, even if he is irresistably attractive or even when under the influence of alcohol. The mere thought of these straights stereotyping my kind as "sexual predators" and "pathetic men-hunters" had struck deep fear into my psyche that I even feel uncomfortable hanging out with men, who aren't aware of my sexuality.
One of the core rules I imposed upon myself (aside from not making the first move) is to never cross a straight guy, even if he is irresistably attractive or even when under the influence of alcohol. The mere thought of these straights stereotyping my kind as "sexual predators" and "pathetic men-hunters" had struck deep fear into my psyche that I even feel uncomfortable hanging out with men, who aren't aware of my sexuality.
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Now with P-Man's alarming maneuvers with straight guys, Princess and I agreed that he's destroying himself in the process. I hope it didn't cast us in a bad light since these guys knew and respected our sexual preference when we outed ourselves to them. As far as I was aware, these straights have decided to include us in their beer binging activities for they knew that we're equally koboy enough to enjoy their trip.
The guy P-Man flirts with, which Princess lovingly named kuhol, isn't a threat at all. He's the typical Hipon; muscular arms, ripped body but with a mind, looks and an attitude of a hibe (dried shrimp). He might have the body I would die for, but he isn't the kind of guy I'd drool over. Besides, he has a girlfriend and even if he loves to horse around with guys like us, we know that he won't give himself in. He is an absolute straight and to assume him as a closet bisexual would be compared to cooking a shrimp tempura in a hot open skillet.
I have to admit, P-Man's moves were quite appalling. Suddenly, it made me think whether my impressions of him were correct or not. I've always seen him as the maangas guy, the kind of PLU who acts tough, quiet and indifferent despite random pressures that came his way.
Mami Athena, once she reads this entry would surely remark that his moves beat the one he did last time. (when he attempted to provoke another colleague with some sexual suggestions in the instant messenger) Princess is even harsher in his remarks about his moves after P-Man accused him of being too "girly" for his taste, which I strongly disagree. In Princess' words, he says that,
"Masakit man isipin pero DESPERADA ang Drama mo Bakla.
Paano na magiging komportable and boys sayo?
Ngayon sabihin mo sakin kong sinong mas Girl satin?"
As for me, since I am still affected by his latest blunders, his moves reminded me of the very same trick he did a year ago. It was when he cornered me inside the cab and made me believe that I was doing him a great favor when I surrendered myself to his libog.
I cannot deny that I resent not being at the inuman when this event happened. I am, and still wishing to give him a dose of his own medicine, now that I'm more confident to pick up a fight.
And strange as it may seem, but the promise of teaching him everything about being PLU when we had a talk after we did it, still rings a familiar tune inside my head. It is a promise I should have taught him, so that he won't mess up like this, now that he's on his own.
The guy P-Man flirts with, which Princess lovingly named kuhol, isn't a threat at all. He's the typical Hipon; muscular arms, ripped body but with a mind, looks and an attitude of a hibe (dried shrimp). He might have the body I would die for, but he isn't the kind of guy I'd drool over. Besides, he has a girlfriend and even if he loves to horse around with guys like us, we know that he won't give himself in. He is an absolute straight and to assume him as a closet bisexual would be compared to cooking a shrimp tempura in a hot open skillet.
I have to admit, P-Man's moves were quite appalling. Suddenly, it made me think whether my impressions of him were correct or not. I've always seen him as the maangas guy, the kind of PLU who acts tough, quiet and indifferent despite random pressures that came his way.
Mami Athena, once she reads this entry would surely remark that his moves beat the one he did last time. (when he attempted to provoke another colleague with some sexual suggestions in the instant messenger) Princess is even harsher in his remarks about his moves after P-Man accused him of being too "girly" for his taste, which I strongly disagree. In Princess' words, he says that,
"Masakit man isipin pero DESPERADA ang Drama mo Bakla.
Paano na magiging komportable and boys sayo?
Ngayon sabihin mo sakin kong sinong mas Girl satin?"
As for me, since I am still affected by his latest blunders, his moves reminded me of the very same trick he did a year ago. It was when he cornered me inside the cab and made me believe that I was doing him a great favor when I surrendered myself to his libog.
I cannot deny that I resent not being at the inuman when this event happened. I am, and still wishing to give him a dose of his own medicine, now that I'm more confident to pick up a fight.
And strange as it may seem, but the promise of teaching him everything about being PLU when we had a talk after we did it, still rings a familiar tune inside my head. It is a promise I should have taught him, so that he won't mess up like this, now that he's on his own.
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